I Love Plastic: Part 2

Remember how I said my person's been muttering about my little plastic habit? Well she did. Wednesday night when I attempted to gnaw on my favorite lamp cord it tasted awful! She, of course, was exstatic and gleefully told me it was something called Bitter Apple and she put it on every cord I've ever looked at. I'm not happy. So I retaliated by heading off into the underbrush the other day on my supervised walk. Now she may never let me out of the house again.

I love plastic and that's bad!

I know that sounds weird. It's bad because the plastic I love to chew on most is lamp cords, yes the kind that give you a zing when the lights are on. And when my person catches me gnawing away, I am reprimanded. But that doesn't work so well. After all, I am a cat! So now my person is muttering about fixing the situation once and for all. Hmmmm. Wonder what she's got planned?

Car Rides

They're not my favorite thing. I don't mind traveling once I get to where I'm going, but I really don't like riding in my crate. It's so confining, but I don't really like to be loose in the car either. This weekend I found a happy place to ride...on my person's lap. Okay, so she's not too thrilled about it, and it's not the most comfortable, but I get to look out the window. All I had to do was make a serious racket and she let me out of that cage. I don't know how successful I'll be next time though. She's been muttering about a new plan for the next trip later this month.